Guillermo’s eyes go a little bit fuzzy as he traces the images flashing on the screen before him. The voice of the operator-- if, indeed, that is who he is-- takes on a slightly mocking tone, mechanical laughter grinding the pieces of Memo’s spine. He is caught between two trains (pun intended, but, like, later) of thought, one of which being
oh I wish I could deck this prick and the other being that’s
interesting, I didn’t know that.He falls against Alex, slipping from the confines of his grip, standing back to back with the taller man as he turns to watch the datascape around them shift and change. Buildings and great circular objects straight out of
Valerian take shape around them. Then again comes that mocking voice and Memo’s mind, once again unhelpfully, divests between wanting to find and serve the operator a knuckle sandwich and conjuring pictures of Mr. T saying
I pity the Cresselia, fool.The Darkrai’s attacks cause the air to worble and bend, like looking through heatwaves, though the dark energy fogging off the spheres turns anything it touches completely cold. Not only that, but the Cresselia falls amongst them like an assassin, waving her arms and slicing at the air.
“Huh,” Memo says, as his brain plateaus in that place that can hold no more panic,
“I didn’t even realize she had arms.” Before he can conjure any more of his unhelpful thoughts out loud, he’s being spun around, and Alex is leaning forward. For a brief, stupid second, Memo thinks it’s meant to be a kiss-- like a
we’re about to die kiss-- but before anything of the like can happen, Alex is shoving something into his grip and warning him not to make use of it unless things become extremely dire.
Memo has the decency to look confused.
“More dire than this?” All hell is, quite literally, breaking loose. The two canine figures are barreling towards the small idiot who said the wrong thing. Everyone is throwing up disabling moves or protective screens and Alex--
--Alex steps in front of the train?!?!?!Memo’s brain short-circuits. There’s a tiny little piece of him at the back of it that knows he needs to trust Alex and that he probably has a handle on what he’s doing but that little piece is buried under the very real weight of
Object of eternal affections. Train. Does not compute. Memo(Logic).exe has crashed!
You know, to stay on theme.
“What--- what are you doing?!” He’s torn in two (unequal) pieces, one wanting to help others and the larger piece desperately needing to protect and help Alex. Somewhere he’s kicking himself for bringing a giant fish to a gun fight.
Luckily, his
patronus unicorn has more brains than he does. At the risk of being deleted and leaving him only armed with said giant fish, Zuza appears beside him in a burst of light. Channeling all the panicked love billowing in Memo’s body, she throws a forceful
Psychic in the way of the trains, hoping to dislodge them from their tracks-- or stop them completely. She winds the psychic around Alex with a single break in the neon-pink shield, allowing him to point and aim
what that feather do right through it, like a gun turret.
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t l ; d r- welcome to memo's dark twisted fantasty
- *nadja voice* he's freaking out!
- takes the feather from alex, is very confused
- freaks out EVEN HARDER when alex JUMPS IN FRONT OF THE TRAIN?
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zuza the galarian rapidash summons herself because she's a strong powerful unicorn that don't need no man
- uses
psychic to try and throw the trains off their track or stop them and makes a psychic "turret" around alex that he can aim the feather down so hoping to protect and also increase channel whatever that's about to happen
- leaving in the smilies for effect. using
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